Late Again The clouds had moved in earlier that evening. It was very gloomy weather, but it wasnt raining yet. Rick and Jodie let their fifteen-year-old daughter go to a party that night. She had a curfew but she was lateagain. They were sitting at the kitchen table having a discussion, and waiting for the instant she walked through the door. Damn her, she knows that her curfew was at midnight and its already three, this is the last time she goes to a party, he said as he stood up and walked around the kitchen.
But, Rick? cried Jodie. No buts, shes done this one too many times. Give her one more chance. Jodie pleaded, following him as he paced back and forth. No! You give her an arm and she takes an arm and a leg. If we keep letting her do this, she will. Look Rick, well ground her for a week, shell learn her lesson.
Jodie weve gone through this before, and look, where is she now? He said as he looked through the window. We never disciplined her; we need to get tougher, what she need is a good ass beating, like your father gave you. Dont you dare touch her! She warned. She needs to learn her lesson; she needs to know that she isnt going to make a fool of me. So you think abuse is going to help? Asked Jodie.
Well, well never know until we try. Youll go to jail you know, shell call the police and youll go to jail, are you willing to risk that? Jodie was asking Rick as the lights came up the driveway. There she is, just wait, just wait till she walks through the door. Said Rick as he was taking off his belt like a horsewhip. Rick, please.
(Loud knocks at the door) They paused, they look at each other with the most bewildered faces, and then they proceed to open the door. Are you the parents ofJanelle Marquez? Unwillingly asked the police officer. Jodie began crying uncontrollably. Yes, whathappened? Asked Rick, dreading the answer isshe ok? Well, said the officer. (A long pause) Shethethe witnesses say, that she was drinking heavily, the officer continued, they said that nobody wanted to bring her home.
So she began to walk to get there on time. Rick then also began crying, feeling guilty for thinking his daughter had deliberately acted against his wishes. On the way home, said the officer, a man, a Mexican-American man stopped her. Im sorry; shewas brutally raped and left for dead. Nononono, Jodie cried.
Is she alive? Asked Rick trying to be strong, waiting for the response. Yes, shes at St. Agnes medical center, but I have to warn you that she was strangled and stabbed numerous times, shes on life support, theyve tried everything and they dont think shell make it through the night. Oh and one more thing, she is five months pregnant. Im deeply sorry, now if youll excuse me.
Rick began crying like there was no tomorrow. He fell to the floor, and looked up at the police officer. And just as the officer looked back at him, the rain began pouring down as if someone of a higher source of life felt the sorrow he and Jodie were experiencing and was also crying with them. Creative Writing.